Thanksgiving is just days away.
Even though I won’t get to celebrate the traditional way with family around the dinner table enjoying a home-cooked meal, I’m still so thankful for where I am at this point in my life.
Today, I spent the day thinking about how my life has changed so much over the years, and what Thanksgiving means to me now.
And honestly, the day itself doesn’t mean much anymore.
I guess working in radio and TV may have trained me to think that way. I sort of forgot what a holiday was when I started working….having had to work so many of them. But just as much as I’d now like to spend a day off with my husband and the rest of our family, I am grateful for my career and the opportunity to work.
As a matter of fact, until I met my husband, my career was pretty much all I cared about. And I thought it was all I had. I didn’t take the time to cherish the relationships I had with the people around me, and I didn’t know how to develop them. In fact, I only saw my family once a year, and they lived less than two hours away.
It was pitiful…I know.
Now, my growing faith and the thought of starting my own family have changed my priorities, and given me a few more things to add to the list.
Bottomline…I realize that if I want home-cooked meals, family get-togethers, and opportunities to give thanks, I have to make time for those things and not just wait for the third Thursday in November.
And all this reflecting inspired me to write a poem about the things I am grateful for, and my struggle to express thanks for them in the appropriate way.
Please let me know what you think.
